The Book Of Dreams
Poetic truth
The book of dreams
Ides of March
The color green
The myth is real
The moon is full
Agape love
The golden rule
I look to stars
To see the light
I make a wish
To hold it tight
It does exist
The book of dreams
More than these eyes
Have ever seen
Foretold, the wise
Have paved the way
Look to the skies
And kneel to pray
The book of dreams
Is on the shelf
The dust, it seems
A shroud of wealth
Wipe it clean
And find yourself
At peace, with love
Above the clouds
Michael 1/31/2024
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